The garden bench
thinly covered with snow
as good as new

At dusk
a flock of jackdaws
night snippets

Kid's matinée
fathers with little purses
at the toilets

A clothespin
softly bit
her T-shirt

From the depths
of his heart
"Hold me free!'

A white heron
erases a little grey
from the dawn

Maybe somewhere
on the window sill
her last paw prints

Out there!
A pink cloud!
Really!

A flock of jackdaws
in the January sun
my mood

Dawn
an empty wine glass
on the table

The click
of the thermostat
rain

Fashion store
the client wipes her feet
her dog doesn't

Every streetlight
along this quiet road
dripping with rain

The old oak
a layer of frost
for a shadow

The old oak
now with a shadow
of frost

Halfway sunk
ice his only support
this old sloop

Halfway sunk
ice his only support
that old sloop

Early dawn
blushing like a kid's cheek
in frosty weather

Retrieved
under old autumn leaves
the smell of soil

Above all those
sirens and flashing lights
a rainbow

Duckweed
on the heron's legs
as it takes off

Rapping before the mirror
wearing his 3D glasses
he sees the future

The ginkgo
without leaves still
the ginkgo

A late duck
transforms ditch water
into moonlight

Over the candle
and the Buddha statue
the full moon

Morning light
on the empty table
that I sit at

Unexpected
a fly buzzing
winter's sun

Those storm clouds
keep changing the view
of heaven

After the rainstorm
the moon and the sheep
washed and rinsed

A street light
in the storm
a candle flutters

Late at night
from under the blankets
texting his mom

Barefoot
and sleepy eyed
her fairy book